"Bye."
"I.."
Beep, beep, beep.Before he could breath another word, the phone's already clicked, and the phone went dead.
"Bye..", he whispered, softly. Hesistantly. Even though he was the only one who could hear himself speak.
The steady beat of rhythm seemed to match the sound of his heart pounding in his ears. He stared upwards, at the wall, took a deep breath, and let it go. He needed someone, someone that could see what he is being put through now. He felt like he was being placed under the wheels of a giant bulldozer, or in the heat of some furious struggle with a deadly boa constrictor, squeezing the life out of him.
Beep, beep, beep.The phone offered little, or almost no condolences.
Then, it struck him. He hadn't paid his old friend a visit for some time now.
Maybe tonight, he might just do so.
Beep, beep, beep.Curling up alone in bed, his mind was all about her. The sounds of his surroundings hit him, the ticking of the clock, the spinning whirls of the ceiling fan outside, the gentle pitter-patter of rain droplets against his windows. As these sounds slowly swirled into one harmonious symphony, he sneaked off silently into a world only he holds the key to. Soon, only the sound of peaceful breathing filled the room.
The rain continues to fall outside.
It crept along the brittle weeds, a speck of dust would shatter any of which to a million pieces. The unforgiving orb of fiery flames burned, toasting the ground to a crisp golden shade, almost like gold, precious gold scattered on the face of the earth. Crawling, with strength drawn and fetched from the depths of an unknown well, the atmosphere is a cause for concern, it faced possible destruction, broken and lifeless, certain death.
And then, the skies poured down water. Sweet-tasting water, life-saving water, beautiful, beautiful water. Streams of transparent liquid flowed and seeped into dried ground, the soil turned a dark brown, the sprinkles of life showered upon the weeds, the dying weeds. It looked up for a moment, wide-eyed, and then it opened its mouth by pure instinct. Water touched and wetted its lips, trickled slowly down his throat, gave him strength, a strength beyond what it had to stay alive. It paused in its tracks, eyes closed, and it summoned its newly gifted power to pull itself up, up from the wastage that is of the pathetic earth it treaded on, no, HE treaded on. He is a being now, a being, not a lifeform but a being strong enough to conquer what's left of this planet on its way ticking down to doom.
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Yet time flowed, but the heavenly waters stopped. Soon, earth returned to its original crumbling state, weeds bent their backbones again, and this time, the heat was merciless. The planet was almost burning up on its own, it could blow, any second now. In the midst of it all, a familiar figure collasped on the ground. An organism, still alive, half-dead, burnt and roasted beyond regconition, but still alive, and heaving in heavy, deep breaths. It struggled across the smittereens of crumbled earth, and it could feel itself sinking, sinking into the sand that sucks it in like a blackhole hell-bent on claiming the very bones of the last surviving creature on this planet.
It couldn't move on anymore, any remaining strength left in it had left it, any remaining breath sucked dry out of it. It collasped in a heap, and there was its sense of touch slightly sensitive, and it could feel the warmth of the sand sucking its battered body down, into earth, becoming part of earth. And then everything stopped, and a beam of light shone through its drooped eyelids. It didn't know how, but it seemed to have found enough in itself to open wide its eyes to locate the source of the blinding light. It was as though the light was recharging its batteries for one last glance at earth, poor, dying earth, before it melted and dissolved into nothing-less along with it. The light blinded him, and he could see nothing.
Then, without warning, the heavens opened and swallowed him up.
And baby,
It's still etched deep inside,
The
music of the night. <3
I got my
slick,
black Macbook,
and I'm a happy boy. :D
Life's turning round a bend, and the heavens are finally smiling over me.
Not that situations haven't gotten sticky at times, but rather,
I'm blessed with a loving Father and angels from above. (:
Singing,
"
God is smiling over us, tonight."
